With a twitch of my left eye, I walk along steadily,
More grey clouds beginning to roll in heavily.
I look forward yet still, walking along,
Dismissing the lack of the sky's sobbing song.
I look forward to where the sun should rise, though instead I am left in the dark.
Perhaps the East's time has not yet come, still hiding the sun's light arc.
"When shall it come?" I think to myself in a haste.
"I don't know." I answer back in my head, remaining east I faced.
Though my mind remains panicked, my body remains calm,
Tracing the lines and wrinkles in my hand's palm:
An action that always calmed me, what I would try to do,
Even with my lack of focus and attentive view.
My sight peers onward once more, my legs moving forward.
I walk in silence, my surroundings bare of sound nor word.
The sticks of trees, naked and bare, remain the same.
It looks as if no one will know I even came.
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Quiet Us
Mystery / ThrillerA list of lines that line with lists of clues to find to solve the gist. This is a story I wrote, made out of poems. The story itself is truly a mystery, and I ask you to go along with the main character as you discover his backstory, the adventure...
